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You gotta' meet halfway sometimes I'm ain't putting all my effort into digging up a dim- If it ain't got a -mond at the end or it's just a cubic zirconia Trying to pretend, listen Now I done spent so many thousands on your ass Just for you to turn your back on me and laugh I knew I should've never took your math I shoulda' just focused in class in them long ass two hour labs! You gotta' give me what I want So I can give you what you need The typa' shit I gotta love The typa' shit that's made of dreams I like my hits the way I like my love And drugs, craving it fiends I need to come for your heart If you want a taste of me I don't come easy, normally can't stand by If you can do me like you've never done before I'll hold you down If you want me to be yours You gotta' take one for the team I'll be loyal to you If you say you'll keep me next to green Don't make a scene SongtexteWhat the fuck do you mean? If I can't have you then I'd rather watch you fuckin' bleed I'll try my best to drag your heavy body up a tree Have you hangin' by your neck for all the rappers to see I'm trying my best to keep calm But I put you before myself, my mom, and God How dare you try to make me a mockery A commodity, a pack of ketchup sitting in a drawer 'Cause it's not in need My apologies if you scared of me I love you, but why the fuck are you not loving me! Let's take it back to Marshall Mathers When I slit your fucking throat screaming Bleed bitch, bleed! Bleed! And as I watch the blood pour from her neck I use that same dagger on me Aus Songtexte Mania